Cow Crap

Something I did in my childhood is coming back to get me. Or else, I can't explain the constant feel that life is in disarray. So now come a mini flood, not big enough to cause any upheaval, but enough to put things in disorder.

These companies insist of putting out their statements after 7pm, throwing my schedule off since I had to stay back and write. I did not leave my seat since coming into, except for 5 mins. No food for the whole day. Finally, when all stories are filed, I went to the pantry. Shock!! Someone kept away all the tibits, all the chocolates, all the crackers, all the cereals, all the chips. Oh dear. I took some grapes, the only food left in the pantry in addition to some oranges and some funny looking prunes that are dark green in colour. Dark green? That would be the colour of my face if that cow persists on dumping in my hole.

Grapes. Great. My first real food in the last 12 hours.

10:30pm. Finally. Left the office. Slipped into my car and drove. Shortly later, I felt a cloud of pressured air filling my lungs, not a lot, but just enough to make my chest hard and uncomfortable. The lights in front of me started to be dispersed, threatening to ruin my vision. I was salivating more than usual. Some sour-tasting liquid kept filling the sides of my mouth. I swung the car to the side after making a turn, stopped near the kerb and hit the hazard signal, which probably should be on on a more permanent basis, pushed open the door and threw up.

Smashed grapes, mostly chewed properly, some larger chunks, already attacked by enzymes from my rather active glands.

I saw the the vomit on the floor, had an image of my pathetic self throwing up unglamorously while the onlookers watched on. The thoughts made me want me to throw up more. And I did.

What happened? Really?

Must be that cow. It is shitting again.